The Wood Elf

The Wood Elf
Indianapolis, Indiana, USA
November 17
On my day job, which lasts well into the evening, I teach French to middle schoolers who are wonderfully voracious readers in a well-educated community on the fringe of Indianapolis. I also coach the speech team that as an experienced former high school coach and parent, I felt compelled to start last year. The rest of my life is tied to my parents for whom I moved here a year ago from the rural village where I raised my children. We enjoy the symphony and opera and camera club and church activities. And Scrabble and the Red Sox, which are the focus of my mother's delights. I read to escape the lists of anxiety elevating demands, a wide variety of genres, but I love stories with people who become my friends and in whose lives I become invested. My delight is in my children, the definition of which I stretch to fit all the borrowed ones in my collection, carefully chosen to take me all over the world in visits. The newest additions to the collection are a granddaughter, a grandniece, and 2 grandnephews, who augment the joys of the sons, daughters, nieces and nephews. I collect multi-generational and international friends. My wandering in real life as opposed to book life include splendid tours of New Zealand with my eldest reader, Korea with my Dad, Hong Kong for the wedding of the borrowed Chinese son, and Europe for summers of study that include visits to the French sister in Sevilla and German son in Heidelberg. I am looking under sofas and car seats for the discipline to write stories of my own which have a rich life inside my head but rarely find their way into print. And I am seeking friends in this new city that share my love of the global community and its possibilities. My library? Extensive. I treasure books with character, so bound rather than paper, and inscribed from the giver. I read to escape, a wide variety of genres. I have an entire bookcase dedicated to Arturian research and literature, the real 5th century sort rather than the later legends. The historical fiction and documentation of the second world war fill another bookcase. I must confess I also have a Tolkien bookcase, with his works in Korean, Russian, German, French, as well as the myriads of publications since Pete Jackson's films. And I have a Nancy Drew bookcase. I devour books with a blindness to the world around me that really should require therapy. I am thankful to have a sister and children who read, who read aloud, and who write with articulate clarity.


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AUGUST 30, 2009 6:53PM

The Greatest Generation Swings

Moving masterfully among the throng of thirty somethings gamely trying to remember Cotillion lessons and the young dads with toddlers, the Greatest Generation men commanded attention.  They stood out like a starched shirt among rumpled collars. 

When a song began, they took hold of their p… Read full post »

AUGUST 30, 2009 6:07PM

Cracks in the Culture: Part 1

I grew up in a green leafy suburb of the Crossroads of America, a moniker I came to terms with thanks to Eric Clapton, and in spite of the fact that Indianapolis city center is actually a traffic circle and its most famous monument an oval.  I tell you this to… Read full post »

AUGUST 29, 2009 3:33PM

Smoke Gets in Your Eyes

Last night I took  Dad to the Glenn Miller Orchestra on the prairie, leaving home at the last minute after waiting to hear if the steady rain would cancel the concert.  We took jackets and snacks and a flashlight, the equipment loading being a large part of the entertainment… Read full post »

AUGUST 27, 2009 12:09PM

All I Ask

 The cell phone cut through early morning torpor, a welcome connection at any time.  My friend Sue checking in;  odd, usually it would be me calling her on the way to school.  I was baffled but delighted when she handed the phone to another former colleague and then to the high… Read full post »

MARCH 31, 2009 7:35PM

Chapter and Verse

  All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some byRead full post »

MARCH 1, 2009 12:19PM

Home Alone


Loneliness came calling,
Knocked and entered,
Sat and said,
"Your kitchen's cold,"

Her voice a knife
That stabbed my soul
Yet did not touch my skin.
"It's quiet here."

A blues sax wailed
To drown her voice:
I cooked and ate and read.
"You live alone," she said.

March 9, 2004

It's been five years thi… Read full post »

Grief artwork

American Red Cross Organ and Tissue Donation Education Speech

Presented February 1998

Unexpected death is a powerful two-edged sword. It cuts swiftly and brutally, rending a jagged tear in the fabric of our lives, leaving loose ends that never stop unravelingRead full post »

NOVEMBER 11, 2008 12:16PM

Thought du Jour

I have been reading words of remembrance, family stories, poets' moving refrains, and I, with Linus,  have asked the question, "What have we learned, Charlie Brown?"  In reading this morning's posts, it occurred to me that we turn to men of words in moments like this 90th anniversary o… Read full post »

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NOVEMBER 2, 2008 2:56PM

Dada Maua's Diary

Lubumbashi 7-22

I leave the eerie beauty of early morning at the Johannesburg Airport to fly several hours north. From the air, straight-line roads and curving rivers cut this land, dividing bare rocks from dry plains from green acres. The shores reach like fingers into the lakes spar… Read full post »

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OCTOBER 30, 2008 9:32PM

Red vs. Blue: Brother/Sister Election Email Volleys

I shared this exchange with my sister (DogWoman) who thought you might enjoy it. This is a late submission to Open Call: People you love/Politcs you hate

Here’s how the exchange went (starting apparently from a forward of an email that he received):… Read full post »